For those who still have not yet read the Pioneer Little Europe Prospectus, which is about placing actual Stormfront communities on the street (Party invisible and partly visible, with one foot in the local system for social support) I will resort to telling you a story.

Some may think this is science fiction, and maybe I did fill in a few gaps here and there, but a PLE is an actual place that you will personally experience sometime in the future. Remarkably, even some of our opponents already know this is true. https://www.stormfront.org/forum/t15...s+against+hate

This adventure began at a garage sale in my neighborhood, not that long ago.

I was looking around when the owners of the property on display, a very nice elderly couple, pointed out an elaborate chair for me to consider. It looked strange, because it was partly old and partly new.

They even offered to give it to me for free, referring to it as the machine of the Pioneer European, and I only had to agree never to charge anyone else for getting into it. It was a peculiar view, but they emphasized that no one could ever really own something that sacred.

I was fascinated, because it actually looked more like a carnival ride. It involved a chair mounted behind some kind of windscreen, below which are all kinds of dials and gadgets. And there were mysterious looking European and American heritage designs all over it.

I figured it would be fun to have this in my basement, perhaps for surfing the internet, and so I hauled it home.

Late at night I finally got into it, and began experimenting with the dials. There was an extraordinary flashing of colors and strange sounds, and the hands of my watch somehow moved back about three hours. I began to feel really disoriented. The world I knew had blurred away.

After awhile I actually realized that this was probably a time machine, and so I set its timer to two years into the future, the estimated amount of time it takes to seize control of any targeted area and turn it into a pro-White stronghold that we call a PLE (Pioneer Little Europe).

Then I began drawing back the control lever. The colors and sounds began again, and I found myself being pressed deeper into the seat by centrifugal force.

Looking out through the basement windows, I saw the clothes on the mannequins in the nearby windows across the steet changing faster and faster. I saw the sun rise and set, then the moon and stars, these were really flying by now. Then all of this burred and I blacked out for awhile.

When I came to and the machine had stopped, I saw WNs for a few blocks in every direction. My old house was gone! And you could tell everyone was pro-White here because of the T-shirts, tattoos, and many other indicators.

Whoever had lived here from the Old sort of White community was gone now, as they too had seen the difference and their local values - or what we call obsolete cultural dynamics of non-community and non-camaradeire - were crushed and displaced without mercy.

I then walked down the sidewalk, to check out the small shops, and along the way saw every kind of pro-White flag, symbol, and product imaginable. Wow, even a few blood-drop patches and a swastika.

No one seemed to be the slightest bit offended, as it was all part of what seemed to be "An Uncontrolled White Nationalist Culture," though the residents here were obviously fueling and shaping it.

There were many kinds of people contributing to a more routine "cultural revival" as well, sometimes competing with each other for the support of the entire community and sometimes forming alliances to get things done.

Here and there on the sidewalk were people personally asking the general public to donate to fight diseases associated with the White race, or to sign a petition to help a White activist who had been arrested under biased circumstances, or touting a new documentary particularly relevant to this ever-growing audience.

I was especially interested in a shop that carried goods from many different European countries, Australia, South Afruca, and all the regions of America. A new type of artist was in evidence, daring to learn and borrow inspiration from any of those sources.

The target audience for this was mostly the White Americans with tangled roots. In fact, this cultural revival made them the central focus, not just Europeans anywhere. And here's a list of some of the other things that I saw inside: https://www.stormfront.org/forum/t25...t+are+ples+for

At first that had seemed odd to me, but the owner soon explained that most White Americans have roots like that. In fact, since the decades of mass transportation in Europe even most Europeans were becoming like that.

Oddly, you couldn't really tell who was officially part of the PLE game, and who was simply attracted to this place by all the merchandise specifically made for Whites. Some of them were even invisible, and did not show themselves unless trouble occurred.

Then I came to am Internet cafe and listened in on a conversation: "That's right," this fellow said, "I finally realized that I should drop out of the purist WN group I was with, but I'll still be participating in the community rally that's happening tomorrow."

Then I realized that something very different was going on here, and WNs had both a cultural net in place to catch every drop-out from politics and even a new identity. This was far more important to them than even their different political or cultural tendencies, or "spins" as the residents liked to put it.

When I asked about this I was told that this was more than just a White community, in fact, it was more than even a conscious White community, it was something that the residents considered a "complex White ethnic group."

Despite this you could still find a few people who preferred to remain just Irish, or just German, much as they had done for a very long time. And when you disagreed with anyone's views or actions, you always had the option of turning away.

The café's walls were generously decorated with a collection of fascinating maps. Some of these were charts from the old race classics of Madison Grant; others were old Soviet era maps detailing out the patchwork of White ethnic communities spread all over those territories, and others were ethnic maps from old issues of the National Geographic magazine.

Someone with a strong love of our race had managed to bring all of these together into one gigantic panorama.

As I marveled at these I had come to the attention of a lady sitting nearby. Her name was Linda and she said: "That collection is quite a statement isn't it?"

"Yes," I agreed. " I never thought I'd live to see the day. I get high just being here. But I've been away, out of touch so to speak, so tell me, what was it like when this Pioneer Little Europe community, this new model of the White community, was first being raised up?"

"I was here in those days," she answered "and it was quite a shock to the establishment. In fact, they launched some pretty aggressive efforts to disperse us. Occasionally it was even rather revolutionary in our streets, but I've never regretted witnessing it, as it's the biggest thing to happen in my life.

Many of our opponents actually assumed that White influence was down for the count, and sure death. After all, with the passing of civil rights legislation for anyone but Whites, and the overthrow of nearly all White communities, there simply wasn't any kind of serious representation of the White social compact anywhere in the legal system or popular culture. They really thought we were finished."

"But how did all that change," I pressed.

"Well, our race has been though quite a lot over the centuries, and it's made its share of mistakes, but a few people came together and considered the tactics that were being used against us. It wasn't all that complicated, and when they adopted these tactics themselves it closed a kind of technology gap in organizing.

Poring through our opponents guides for organizing was like looking inside a captured jet, a gift boasting all the latest gizmos. You should read the 'Pioneer Little Europe Prospectus,' and even the bigger book, 'The Pioneer European,' as they show how all those well-tested principles function together, only better because it's shaped by our own heritage and needs, no one else's."

"Hummm, it sounds complicated,' I said, "I don't know if I really have the time."

"Oh, it's not all that complicated," she assured me. "I can give you the gist of the matter right off the cuff: Whites, as Whites and not just anyone, hadn't much influence for a very long time. The reason for that was the lack of a real community of the conscious variety. That's where influence comes from."

The funny thing is that in the old days of liberal domination, most Whites thought that their existing type of White community was a real community, but it wasn't. They couldn't, as the Asians or Indians or even the gays were operating, even influence who should live among them - or who shouldn't.

In fact, they didn't even try to make that happen. They assumed that was illegal. The amazing thing is that it wasn't illegal, they just didn't know how a real community came together and got what it wanted."

"It's not against the law?" I asked.

"No, it's not,' the especially enthusiatic lady explained. 'Consider this: When the Chinese, the Blacks, the gays, and many others first began organizing, weren't they also opposed by many people who had no intention of letting them have any influence?"

"Yes, that's true," I agreed, "but how did they manage to overcome all that?"

"The answer is so simple," said Linda, "that you'd be amazed. They formed conscious communities. And conscious communities, whether large or small, quickly flex influence"

"OK, but initially weren't they all occasionally attacked physically," I said.

"Yes, and we were occasionally attacked here too," Linda said. But just as other communities survived their attackers, so did we. You see, every community has a lot of things going on in it, without any particular person being responsible over those things, and that's how a kind of uncontrolled culture is raised up. In truth, everyone participating is actually fueling and shaping it.

When outsiders see all that, that a PLE is our place to conduct our business, their instincts kick in and they back off. The interaction eventually establishes a kind of sacred space for the community, and as the community expands it takes over even more local living space."

"But don't such new and unpopular communities risk being squashed and dispersed by really powerful opponents?" I injected.

"To be quite honest about that, yes, that's true, she said. And community building isn't for the cowardly. In fact, on occasion people have gotten beaten or killed doing this sort of thing, but generally it does not stop it all from happening.

You see, it takes awhile to battle a new community, especially one declaring a whole new ethnic (as in race and culture) identity for themselves. And while that battle rages on, on a 24/7 basis, the entire world is watching."

Many watch because they love a David & Goliath type drama, and will support the little guy who's getting pushed around. In our own case, many of the observers were of our own race.

Some were even in the media and law enforcement, others were just ordinary Whites around the world, but all instinctively recognized that what we were doing was really about them. When push came to shove, what happened here ignited them into supporting us. And that's why we have a PLE today."

When it came time to say goodbye, I thanked Linda and left, but many of the things she said still lingered in my mind. Eventually I realized that all across the PLE's living space I was encountering people like herself who were capable of explaining much the same thing, whether they were peacemakers or militants.

It was a habit with the PLE supporters, and I sensed that the real secret to their success was that its people were involved in this on a daily basis. They knew why they were there, they knew how to hold their position despite the pressures, and they weren't going to be frightened away anytime soon.

Some were also laying plans to carry this conflict into all White nations and regions, now that there was a first new model of the White community to refer to. It was the picture worth a thousand words.